Showing posts with label Famous Last Words. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Famous Last Words. Show all posts

Thursday, April 23, 2015

Famous Last Words Week 14

Here is a little something for you to ponder........

I started writing this last semester and this is a revised version....This is a little thing I like to call

Joshua Peavey Destroys the Universes


The Universe

Joshua Peavey was an extraordinary man of mediocre aspirations. Through his average work over his average life he had earned a successfully modest job in middle management at the Hope Springs Water Bottling and Distribution plant in the town of Jonas, Oklahoma. Though some would describe his management style as “Jerkish,” Joshua Peavey would refer to it as “Stern.” The rules were the rules and if one of his employees broke the rules there would be consequences. Regardless of that one thing was for certain, that Joshua Peavey was a creature of habit and relished the opportunity for the monotonous work that his job as floor supervisor gave him.

Being a creature of habit, that was habitually Jerkish to people made for a very recluse, or as Joshua would describe it “Cautiously reluctant to engage in personal relationships with people,” lifestyle. Each morning Joshua would get up at 6 a.m. and drink one pot of coffee, then he would shower for exactly twenty minutes, get dressed for work, be there by 7:45 a.m., clock in at 8 a.m., wait for people that showed up late so that he could hand them a write up, spend the rest of the time until noon avoiding ways to interact with his employees, eat a tuna fish sandwich for lunch, wait by the clock to see who returned late from lunch so he could write them up, hide in the bathroom till 4p.m. at which time he would clock out, and then he would go home for an evening of Shark Tank reruns and chicken pot pies until finally around 8p.m. he would go to bed. This routine had never changed once in fifteen years. Not for his birthday, not for Christmas, and certainly not for visitors to his house.

In the fifteen years that Joshua Peavey had lived at 420 N. High Ave. in Jonas, Oklahoma his door bell had never been used. So it is no wonder that this morning when the doorbell echoed through his unspectacular house Joshua spilt his morning coffee on his pants. The doorbell continued to rain terror through his house as Joshua jumped up from his chair to blow on his pants legs where the coffee had spilled.

“HOLD ON! I’M COMING!”

Joshua opens the door to a slender built tall man with tan skin, a five o’clock shadow, and a hair line much younger than his, “Oh thank God! It’s you!”

“Yes it is, I’m me, but who are you?”

The man enters Joshua’s house walking past him and heads for the kitchen. “I smell coffee. Where are the cups? Never mind that I can find them, sit down Joshua.”

“Wait, how do you know my name? And what are you doing in my house? Get out of here.”

“Man you were right he is kind of a jerk.”

“I’m right about who?”

“Not you! Us, look just sit down and we’ll explain everything.”

“What the freak is going on? I’m not going to sit down; you need to get the heck out of here before I call the police.”



“Yeah, Yeah, I know you were right, well I wasn’t wanting to do this but,” the man pulled out a revolver and pointed it at Joshua, “sit down in that gosh darn chair or I’m going to shoot you. Well of course I’m not going to shoot him guys we need him. Well yeah I guess I could shoot him in the leg, but do we really want to, I mean it will probably slow us down. Yeah you’re right we have to show him we mean business so I guess maybe like… the foot could work.” The man pointed the revolver at Joshua’s foot and a thunder rumbled through the house.

“WHAT THE FREAK IS WRONG WITH YOU MAN?”

“Shoot I missed. Hey bro hold still this aiming aint easy you know,” the man said as he pointed the gun at Joshua’s foot once again.

“NO! NO! WAIT, WAIT! Hold on I’ll sit down, I’ll sit down.” Joshua sat down in the chair next to his kitchen table. “Look I’m sitting down, just put that thing away.”

“Cool man. Look I am sorry about all this, it’s just we need your help.”

“Who is ‘WE’ and who do you keep talking to?”

“We is me and me is we….Look it’s complicated and hard to explain but just sit back and watch this.” The man pulled out his phone and hit the send button….

“Ever had one of those days that nothing makes sense, and then something happens and everything makes sense but nothing seems to make sense. I hate this place, there is nothing but empty space, and the birds, I should have listened to the birds. Now I got this rock under my foot, and a bunch of empty space to look at, just me and his empty space. I'm sorry, what was I saying, oh yeah the day. The day that the universes were destroyed leaving just this empty space. Empty space and me. Let's go back a little

It was a today, and I was late for work, although really time doesn't seem to hold the same meaning to me as it did once, but I'll get to that, anyway watch this.

I’m pulling into the car lot and Jason is standing in his normal spot at the entrance. It seems like that guy never moves. There’s a rumor that he was once a lady's man, but that must have been a long time ago because now he just looked like sunburned flesh in a cheap suit and sunglasses. He never takes off his sunglasses and come to think of it he never comes inside. Rumor has it that he made Chad, the general manager, mad at him one day and every since he was forced to sit out in the sun to greet customers, though I have never heard him say a word.

Look see there I am walking into the showroom floor. I walk into my office and sit down at my desk. The picture of a family hanging up on my wall falls. It doesn’t really matter to me that the picture falls except that now when I have a customer I can’t use the picture of the family to relate to them.

Around noon I leave my office and go outside to have a smoke. This is part of my daily ritual, after my smoke I would usually go to lunch and then come back to work and try to find a car to take a nap in without anyone noticing. See look at those birds. Those Freaking birds.

Stupid birds, why didn't I listen to these stupid birds, they were telling me the entire time what not to do, but I wouldn't listen, they just sounded like a bunch of cawing to me. See they are cawing at me, so much cawing that I go inside without finishing my smoke.

It’s hot outside so I’m going to the break room to get a bottled water. It was Todd's water. I know this because it was clearly labeled as his with a note that read, ‘Do Not Drink,’ and here is where I screw everything up. I should have listened to the darn cryptic birds, but no see, there I am I just untwist the top and tilt the bottle up to quench my thirst. I’m not a thief I figure I can replace the water before Todd notices it is gone, besides see there I am walking into the break room, no wait I’m opening the refrigerator, is that me drinking Todd's water. What were the birds saying? Oh I hate this part this is where it all goes black. See there I go, I’m passing out. My brain must have been overloaded with the universes.”

“Wait. How am I seeing all of this? It’s like, I don’t know it feels like it is in my brain.” Joshua is understandably confused.

“Oh that, well yeah the Cloud.”

“Like in the sky? Those clouds.”

“No…..Like your smartphone. You know the Cloud.”

“So wait, your phone is beaming these images directly into my brain?”

“No the Cloud is-“

“Yeah the Cloud, from in your phone-“

“No the phone is just a phone.”

“So what’s the Cloud?”

“The Cloud is the Cloud.”

“That makes no freaking sense.”

“It makes perfect sense, anyways where was I? Oh yeah I remember, it was that feeling, like a thousand needles pricking my entire body. That moment between being unconscious and about to come to, when the universes were playing with my mind.”

“Why do you keep saying universes?”

“I’ll get to that in a minute, but I started to remember things that I had long forgotten. It was Janet, yeah that was her name, Janet Thompson, and the summer before my senior year of high school.

The preacher came to my house and demanded that I go to the church camp. My dad, but I never had a dad--that is not important, my dad was a bible thumper who never questioned the preacher. I had never gone to church, I never saw the need for it, in fact one of my other brothers, but he wanted me to go, was saying something about my souls and saving them from something or another. It never made much sense until…..well now, but I’ll get to that, anyway my brother Lance and I went to this church camp in the southern part of Oklahoma.

I don’t remember it being this hot, and I remember having longer hair. Things are like that now, all the things I remember are different, it is like I am watching everything happen all over again and the things are the same… but different. Well not everything, take Janet for example. Here I’ll show you, see there I am in the Tabernacle, I should be wearing shorts and a tank top but I’m not, yet she is the same. Look at her, so beautiful. Long onyx hair, with olive skin, and emerald eyes sitting in the choir behind the preacher. Even now as I watch it I can’t hear what he is saying, because somewhere between thou shalt not steal and thou shalt not lie she has me captivated. Oh wait yeah, hey look, here it is. This is the moment when she melted me in this heat. See look any moment now she is going to take her left hand and move her hair behind her ears, look up and make eye contact with me and smile. This is my favorite part of this memory, well not memory, but I swear it is like looking at the moon in the night sky and suddenly realizing there are stars. See the moment passes; no matter how many times I come to this moment time keeps moving forward. This is my fifth time here and every time it is the same, well not exactly the same, I look different each time but basically it is the same. I never saw her again the rest of the week, just that one time in the Tabernacle.”

“Ok….Stop for a second. This is all just a little too crazy. I don’t know what is going on here, I’m not entirely sure how I am seeing all this”

“I told you, you’re seeing it through the Cloud—“

“Shut up about the Freaking Cloud….I don’t know what it is, I am pretty sure you don’t know what it is, and I am pretty sure this stuff aint healthy for me. Look man you gotta get out of here, I am sorry, but I have listened or watched or whatever the hell that was, but I did it and now I think you should leave. I mean I don’t even know who you are”

“Well we’re Neal.” Neal gets up from his chair, grabs Joshua’s coffee mug and walks to the kitchen counter where the coffee pot was sitting. “Look just relax and have another cup of coffee.”

“NO! I don’t want another cup of coffee, I need you to leave so I can goto work then come home and forget that I have ever met you.”

“Work? I don’t think you understand. Your work doesn’t exist anymore.”

“What do you mean?”

“Look forget all you know about time, space, and the universe. You know how when you were a kid you were told that time and the universe was infinite, well that is not true, well not entirely true. Time is not infinite or a loop. It is a series of straight lines that form a box. Inside this box is group of universes, nine to be exact. In the middle of this box is the cloud. It holds all the information in it about the different universes and keeps all this shit separated so that none of the universes touch each other. So what you were seeing is not memories, but things happening in real time within the different universes. Unfortunately you went and fracked this all up and now everything has gone to shit.”

“What do mean I fracked everything up? What could I have done?” Joshua reached out to grab the cup of coffee from Neal, “This doesn’t make any sense.”

“Just drink your coffee and watch all of this.” Neal once again hit send on his phone.

“Ok we are back where we started, but something’s different, look I have a beard now and I look like I’ve been in the wilderness and I remember it being sunny, but it is raining and what is my brother Lance doing there with me, I mean I don’t even have a brother. See what I mean nothing makes sense, even though it is all so familiar.

The birds there they go again, what are they saying, I think I can understand them; I know I need to listen to them.

‘We know who you are, the water, the water, the zoo, the mall, we know who you are’

Ok now I understand. Where did I go? Oh there I am by that car that just pulled in, is that who I think it is, oh my god it is, it’s Janet Thompson. Look at her, she looks exactly the same. Nothing about her is different, still so stunning, I can barely catch my breath from looking at her.

Dang it I keep losing myself. Where do I keep going? Oh here I come, look I have the same clothes on but my face is different. See look I just tripped and knocked the picture off the wall, but that isn’t how I remember it happening. Are you beginning to understand? The universes are touching each other, causing stuff that happens in one of them to affect things in the other.”

“Yeah I’m starting too, but what has any or this got to do with me?” Josh is definitely not starting to understand.

“Well Josh you’re kind of a jerk.”

“How?”

“Well what did you do last month at work?”

“Same thing I always do. I went to work, I clocked in, and I did my job.”

“No, you went to work and clocked in and then like a freaking Nazi you wrote up Dale for being three minutes late.”

“Well he was late what was I supposed to do?”

“I don’t know let it slide a little, maybe understand that he may have had a good reason. I mean because after you did that the guy dumped an entire bottle of his anti-depressants into one of the water bottles. The same water bottle that I drank.”

“What?” Joshua sits back in his chair and takes another sip from his coffee cup.

“And because of that it happened in all the other universes which set off a chain reaction that overwhelmed the cloud and now all the universes are crashing into one another.”

“Well if all the universes are at different points in time then shouldn’t one you be able to get to me before I write Dale up and stop him? I mean I assume that when you say ‘We’ that means that you can communicate with your other selves in the different universes.”

“Yeah that would be great if you weren’t what you are.”

“What do you mean?”

“You are unique. You don’t exist in any of the other universes except this one. So the only way to stop you is to send you back in time.”

“Oh I see. Yeah this makes perfect sense. So I go back in time and then I find myself and let me guess, I’m supposed to say something like ‘John Connor. Come with me if you want to live.’ C’mon man, get the freak out of my house.” Joshua stood up and walked to the front door.

“Well this is probably the easiest way. Go ahead open the door Josh. Take a look outside and look at what you have done.”

Josh turns the door knob and opens the door. He falls to his knees as he is met with images of a burning sky and pockets of blank nothingness. His street that was once a neighborhood that seemed frozen in time from the 1960’s was now littered with skyscrapers alongside of houses missing their white picket fences.

“What is all of this?” Josh begins to tremble as he sees his neighbors houses begin to vanish from reality. “What have I done?”

“I told you. Now do you believe me?”

“Yeah…………. How can I change this? What can we do?”

Neal hands Josh his coffee cup. “First thing you can do is finish drinking your coffee and then we can head to the mall.”

Josh robotically sips his coffee. In between sips he asks, “Why the mall?”

“Because that is where the time portal is, so we gotta go there and kill some teenagers.”

“What? Wait why?”

“Because the teenagers are evil and they are guarding the portal for their master Bob.”

“So teenagers are evil?”

“Well no not all of them, just the one’s in skinny jeans with their neon colored sunglasses, t-shirts with pop culture references from the 90’s that are meant to be ironic, and their long boards.”

“Long boards? You mean skateboards? Like Tony Hawke?”

“No not like Tony Hawke. Tony Hawke is awesome. We’re not going to kill Tony Hawke. What the frack is wrong with you? Why do you wanna kill Tony Hawke?”

“I…I don’t—“

“Haven’t you been paying attention? Look just get in the darn car. You don’t even gotta worry about the teenagers the monkey army will take care of them.”

“Monkey army?”

“Seriously, have you not been paying attention? Yes the monkey army. What do you think the birds were telling you? Monkeys hate teenagers, so the birds went to the zoo to release the monkey army and they are going to meet us at the mall. All we have to do is get past Bob, who by the way is a total doucher, and then you jump into the time portal inside the Hot Topic.”

“There is a time portal in the Hot Topic?”

“Where do you think they get the shirts? Haven’t you ever wondered why the Hot Topic always looks like no one shops there and yet it is still open? It is because Bob sends the teenagers back in time to the 1990’s to steal shirts and shit from the past and bring them back to present time. Then they sell these shirts to people. There is almost zero overhead. Bob keeps his evil army of teenagers loyal by giving them shirts, hats, and jewelry. All we have to do is have you sneak into the portal and then you can stop all this shit from happening. Now get in the darn car.”

The two men get in the car and drive to the mall. Joshua Peavey sits silent throughout the entire car ride. He allows his mind to contemplate everything he has witnessed today. This outstanding man of mediocrity begins to wonder if he is up to the task, and furthermore he is hungry. His stomach growls as he begins to think of a Gyro. This is natural after all because he is headed to the mall, and one of his favorite places in the mall is the Gyro Pit Stop. There was something in the way that the cooks would slice the meat. It always looked so moist and the memory of the smell of the goat and lamb mixture only seemed to encourage his stomach to riot within his body. He would always ask for extra cucumber sauce to smother on the flat bread filled with meat, lettuce, tomato, and onion. In a life of average aspirations that would soon come to an end should he fail, Joshua Peavey found a desire to succeed that had never before touched his life so that the perfection of a Gyro would not disappear from reality. This is what he thought of most during the fifteen minute ride to the mall.

The two men arrive at the mall and park the car. “Why are you parking this far away from the mall? The place is empty. There is a spot right next to the entrance.” Joshua says as he points to the closest parking spot to the mall entrance.

“I can’t park there, it’s a handicap parking spot.”

“Who freaking cares Neal. Look around The place is empty.”

“So what if it is? It is still a handicap parking spot and it’s a jerk move to park there.”

“Are you freaking kidding me? We are about to go in here and kill a bunch of teenagers and you’re worried about parking in a handicap spot?”

“One, they are evil teenagers, two the monkeys are going to kill them, and three what if some handicapped person comes along and needs that parking spot and they can’t have it because we are parked in it?”

“THEN THEY CAN PARK IN THE HANDICAP SPOT RIGHT NEXT TO IT!”

“See, it is that attitude that is the exact reason that you are a jerk and I am not.”

Neal turns off the engine to the car and he and Josh get out and walk to the entrance. Neal zig zags back in forth in the empty parking lot so that he can’t be seen. Joshua walks in a straight line. They pause for a moment at the glass doors that lead into the mall.

“Hey why don’t you shut the heck up?” Neal says to the other Neals in his head. “No I’m not talking to the Neals in my head. I’m talking to you.”

Ummmmmmm. Me?

“Yeah you. Shut the heck up. You know we are trying to sneak in here and save the universes from total annihilation and it makes it a little hard with you constantly narrating every little thing we do. On top of that you are not very good at this, honestly bro you are a little bland and short on imagery”

Oh….

“Yeah and by the way I don’t appreciate some of the things you said about me earlier. I’m not average or mediocre.” Josh says, “There you go again. I know who said it. I said it. I don’t need you telling me who said what. It is just me and him here, so if someone says something and I didn’t say it I am going to go ahead and assume it’s that guy.”

Well I kinda have too narrate…

“But do ya?”

Yes Neal I do…Well what if I just whisper? Would that work?

“I guess.” Neal says

“Yeah, that’s a little better.” Joshua says.

The two men make their way to the Hot Topic. The monkey army and the evil teenagers had already started fighting when Josh and Neal arrived at the front doors of the Hot Topic. The tile floor of the mall was covered in a blend of teenage and monkey blood as the two armies’ waged war throughout the mall. The mall was flooded with the sounds of monkey roars, long boards being smashed, and Sweet Caroline by Neil Diamond playing on the mall’s Muzak system.

The two men were met at the Hot Topic entrance by a forty year old slender man dressed in all black cargo pants with a chain that went from his front belt loop to the wallet in his back pocket, polished metal rings on each of his fingers, spiked hair, and a shirt with Super Mario on the front. This was Bob, the general manager of Hot Topic store # 665 located in the Culture Memorial Mall in Jonas, Oklahoma.

“What do we have here?” Bob says as he sees Neal and Josh. “Neal, what are you doing? Is this about Janet?”

“No this aint about Janet.”

“Look man, she doesn’t want you. Move on. This is a bit sad you know.”

“To heck with you Bob.” Neal begins to walk towards Bob with malice intent when a voice from behind Bob stops him.

“Neal? OMG!” Even Joshua recognizes this face. It is Janet. “Why are you here? I told you it’s over. Stop bothering me.”

“SCREW YOU JANET! No one gives a darn about you!” Obviously Neal is lying.

“Obviously you are lying. Look man just move on. I understand it’s tough to see her with a real man.”

“Shut up Bob! You’re forty years old and you work at the Hot Topic. I mean who wants to work at a Hot Topic when their forty, shoot who wants to work at a Hot Topic when they’re twenty-five?”

“Hey as manager I get paid ten dollars an hour, I have my own parking spot, free layaway, and a fifteen percent store discount.”

“Who cares Bob?”

“I’m sorry Neal, but are you sure this has nothing to do with Janet. I mean you didn’t mention anything about her and Bob at my house earlier.”

“Look around man. The universes are collapsing. Do you think I care about her right now? C’mon man that’s just stupid.”

Janet holds up her cell phone, “The why have you been texting me all day. Stop already. Seriously it’s sad like LOL enough.”

“I’m sorry did you just say ‘LOL’ instead of laugh out loud?” There is a look of disgust on Joshua’s face. “You do realize that that LOL and laugh out loud have the same exact amount of syllables, so there is no reason to verbalize the abbreviated version of the phrase. What I’m trying to say is you sound dumb. You know YSD.”

“W.T.F! You’re a jerk.”

“Again no need to abbreviate that phrase. Can we have the monkeys kill her Neal?”

“Josh just relax. Bob look around, everything is disappearing and in another few minutes all of reality is going to be wiped out. This guy here is the only one that can stop it. I gotta send him back in time using your portal so that he can kill himself. So as much as I hate it I’m going to have to kill you so that we can save the universes.”

“Or…..You could just ask to use the portal.”

Neal realizes that Bob is right and that he could just ask to use the portal. In fact it would have been much easier if he had just asked to use the portal.

“What do you mean I have to kill myself?”

“Yeah, you have to kill yourself.” Joshua can tell from Neal’s face that he is being serious.

“Why do I have to kill myself? Why can’t I just tell myself not to write the guy up?”

“Well because you are kind of a jerk dude and there is no telling when you’re going to tick someone off and cause the all of reality to be destroyed. It’s better this way. I know it is a lot to take in, but you gotta take a hit for the team on this one. Now hurry up and get into the portal before the poison kicks in and it’s too late.”

“What do you mean poison Neal?”

“Oh yeah, well when I was at your house earlier I poisoned your coffee. It’s the only way to be sure to avoid all of this from happening.”

“You did what?” Josh can barely hold back his anger. “You poisoned my coffee? I’m dying? ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FREAKING MIND?”

“A little.” Once again Neal was not being honest. He is more than a little out of his mind, the stress of all his minds converging into one another had not only overwhelmed the Cloud, but it had caused him to have a psychotic break.

“And you, all day long we’ve had to sit through all your boring narration of every little thing we do. What you couldn’t have narrated that he was putting poison in my coffee? You’re terrible at this, I mean WTF! And the rest of you, well…… you are all a bunch of losers! You know what, I aint going to get in that portal. No! You know what I’m gonna do? I gonna go down to the food court and get a Gyro. Why? Because I’m hungry and they’re freaking delicious and all of ya’ll can go to you know where”

As Joshua bit into his Gyro with extra cucumber sauce he began to wonder anxiously to himself, “Did I leave the coffee pot on?” And as reality began to fade into nothingness all the people in all the collapsing universes agreed that… Joshua James Peavey is a jerk.



Picture Attribution
By NASA, ESA, and the Hubble SM4 ERO Team [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons



Monday, April 6, 2015

Famous Last Words Week 11

Here are some tearjerkers for you......

Movie Logo

So I have to admit I geek out when a new Fast movie is coming to theaters. I also do this with anything Marvel, Star Trek, and yes I am sitting up at night angry at J.J. Abrams from making me wait almost another year for the next installments of The Star Wars franchise. Put it simple....I FREAKING LOVE MOVIES!!!!!!

I'm weird in a way because I will go see a movie all by myself and think nothing of it. So when the new Furious movie came out, I went and saw it.

To be honest, the last movie was probably better. I think this has to do with the movie having to go through reshoots and having to splice the pieces of the movie together because of Paul Walker's death. This is completely understandable. Still, the movie was pretty AWESOME!!!!!

The ending is the part of the movie I wanna talk about, so Spoiler Alert, I am about to tell you the ending of the movie.

So the cast is sitting on the beach and Paul Walkers Character is playing with his kid and wife. They all just look at him and say that he is home. I almost didn't catch it at first but yeah this was their tribute to him. Then Vin Diesel gets up to leave and the new character asks him if he is going to say goodbye and he replies with "Never say Goodbye."

The movie ends with Vin driving down the road and there is a dialogue over this action talking about Paul Walker, by Vin Diesel. Then Vin comes to a stop sign and a a white car pulls up and it is Paul Walker and he says something like you were going to leave without saying goodbye, and then they race off. The two are going down the highway and the narration says something along the lines of you will always be my brother, and the road splits and the two cars take different paths....

The whole thing last probably about 5 minutes, and the entire movie is worth seeing just for those minutes. I can't lie, maybe it is because I love these movies or because as I get older I have become a big baby, but I teared up so much watching that scene.....Anyway I am sure I didn't do it justice, so go see the movie and tell me what you think.....




Picture Attribution
Par Universal Pictures (http://www.zickma.fr/critique-de-fast-furious-7/) [<font><font>Public domain </font></font>], via Wikimedia Commons

Friday, March 27, 2015

Famous Last Words Week 10

Here's a thought for you.......

Night Sower
Most of us are either graduating in a month or on our way to graduating. I only bring this up because I am probably one of the oldest people in this class. I’m surrounded by young people all the time so naturally I feel young, well that is till I look into the mirror and I see this old dude staring back at me. I just wanna say to the younger people, congratulations, you are what we call “Ahead of the Game.” Now if I could give any of you some advice, and please forgive and old man for becoming a bit preachy, it would be that along your journey into the real world you are going to come across a ton of people that will look at you with jealousy and envy. They will attempt to make you feel bad about your success and pity their lack of success. Don’t let them do that. You have worked hard to get to achieve your goals and a college education is just one step in that direction. That is what makes you different than other people you will meet in life.

See I have been extremely lucky in life. I have never had a hard time finding and keeping a job, and at most of my jobs I was lucky enough to be given plenty of opportunities. For the most part I took advantage of these opportunities as best I could. I say as best I could because I wasn’t prepared for success all of you will be, so I was only able to fake it as long as I could before my lack preparedness showed me the ceiling on my room of success.

 I have had a high paying job as a Manager for one of the largest Chevy dealerships in the nation when I lived in Chicago. I have owned a small town restaurant. I was a bartender that saved his money and when the moment came was able to purchase the lease on a failing bar and turn it around. I had a mid paying job as a front of the house manager at a steakhouse. Those are just the highs of my work. There have been a ton of lows. I have worked in a nursing home, at the service desk at Wal-mart, and even now I just work as a server for a restaurant. What all this has taught me is that there is a ceiling. For the jobs I had there was no requirement other than a high school education and a willingness to put in a ton of hours each week. Even though a few of those jobs did pay well, once they were gone there was no guarantee that another similar paying job would be available. That is why I went to college, so that I never have to worry about that night to night, pay check to pay check life again. Even if the jobs we get out of college are low paying, at least there is a direction for our lives, a path to happiness.

What I mean by people detracting you along your way is that the person you are today, is much different than the person you were, and while people will see you with a nice house, car, and job and may think that you had it easy, what they will never be able to understand is all the hard work and sacrifice you have made to achieve those things. They will look down on you and think that you don’t have the same hard work ethic they do, when in fact, not only do you have a great work ethic, but you also have self control. Because as a young person it is easy to want things, and to chase that money so that you can have those things. Who doesn’t like to go out and enjoy life? But the truth is that you have put all those things on hold so that you can not only have those nice things, but also insure that those nice things will never be taken away from you. I have to commend you because as a young person I was one of those people that showed less than respectable self control. I wish I had the same mindset as you younger adults. Being here at this GREAT UNIVERSITY has taught me that you truly are an amazing group of people.

Two last bits of advice, not wisdom, but advice and then I will be done with this rant. Never allow someone’s excuse for their failure force you to make an excuse for your success. You have earned it. Remember these four words wherever you go in life….. I, LOVE, YOU, AND SMILE.

As I look back at that man in the mirror with the aged face and gray hair I am flooded with memories of my youth. And really, while a great job, money, and nice things are important, the most important thing is the memories. Some memories make me sad, and they will always be there, but what overwhelms them are the memories of when I told people “I LOVE YOU,” and all the times  when life made me SMILE…….






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Wednesday, March 11, 2015

Famous Last Words Week 9

Here's a little something for you to read.......


Moments of Chance

Broken Hearted


It was the heat from the morning sun that stirred him from his sleep. Still too early to open his eyes and feel the pain of the light. There was dryness in his mouth when he pressed his tongue to the roof of it. He placed his hands over his face and took a deep breath, then pulled them down and forced a yawn. Still his eyes were closed. There was warm water up to his mid torso and a concrete surface against the span of his shoulder blades. It was a hot tub. He placed his hands along the surface of the concrete and began a blind search outward unitll his right hand came across what he had been looking for, a bottle. He grabbed it and placed it to his lips, tilted it up and began to drink, then pulled the bottle from his lips and inhaled another deep breath and exhaled hard enough to whistle. Again the bottle was tilted up, but this time before swallowing he gargled.  This left the kind of dirty charcoal flavor in his mouth that only cheap vodka could leave. He tried to open his left eye, but when the light hit his pupils it was like someone was tattooing “Stupid” directly onto his grey matter, so he closed them again and took a deep breath and sank his head into the water. Though the water was warm it still served the purpose of invigorating him enough to stand.
As he stood up he surveyed his surroundings. To his right was a concrete pool with a waterfall and a rock sitting area underneath it. On the left was a white stone house with a large sitting area under a permanent awning directly outside of two French doors that led inside.  Scattered throughout the ground were bottle of beer and liquor that littered the area like stars in the night sky. As he looked down at himself he realized that he was as shameful as Adam after the enticement of Eve. Behind him lay a sleeping girl. She had golden hair, flawless dark tanned skin, and the curves of her body resembled what Da Vinci would have called the “Perfect canon”. In the small of her back was a tattoo of an angel. This irony was not lost on him as he began to remember the previous night. She was the Eve to his Adam, and right now she was wearing what he needed most, his boxers.
He climbed out of the hot tub, stumbled to her, and nudged her with his foot, “Hey, wake up.” She let out a sigh followed by a moan and then went back to laying limp. “Hey! Wake up!” Still nothing, “Hey! Wake the fuck up,” this time he said it with a deeper more forceful voice.
The girl rolled over and opened her eyes. Her green eyes reminded him of ten fingers and toes, tiny heartbeats and tears. “Leave me alone Chance, I’m tired.” Maybe there was no irony in her tattoo after all because even the white remnants of cocaine beneath her nostrils could not subtract from the reality that she would make Petrarch’s muse envious, though the relationship he shared with this woman lacked the intensity to deserve that praise.
Chance decided to leave her be for a moment and stumbled to the sitting area next to the French doors. As he sat down his hangover began to increase in its intensity. This was no unusual feeling to him. It had become a daily ritual to him over the past eight years. A book of matches and a pack of cigarettes sat on an end table to his right. As he began to cough to clear out the numerous rounds of nicotine from the night before he picked up the pack and pulled a smoke from it. Chance placed the cigarette between his lips, pulled a match from the book, and struck it against the rough surface of the matchbook until it ignited. The smell of sulphur filled the air as he raised the match to the cigarette and inhaled deeply. Chance held the smoke in his lungs for a minute and then exhaled allowing the smoke to fill the air. He stared at the smoke travel through the air, mesmerized at the way it seemed to dance thru the sky weightless and relaxed. It was beautiful and brief just like so many things that he had taken for granted.
The girl on the cement rolled over and flashed Chance a brief smile. He smiled back and thought about the disposable moments of happiness they shared. She rolled back onto her belly and drifted off to sleep. He threw his cigarette on the ground, stood up, raised his arms to the sky to stretch out his body, let out a groan, then turned to the French doors and decided to go inside the house where the air conditioning would help him cope with the hangover.  
The cool air gave a welcome embrace to his skin, which helped to deaden some of the muscle fatigue from the hangover. He headed down a hallway that led into a bedroom passing pictures of love and moments of contentment along the way. This was a typical bedroom as far as typical bedrooms went. There was a closet, a desk, pictures of a child on the wall, a California King bed that he fell onto it, closed his eyes, and drifted off to sleep.
Chance was awakened by the movement of someone else in his bed. It was his muse. Her body was cuddled up to him with her face tucked into his neck. He liked the way this felt because he shared so few intimate moments like this with women. He liked it so much that he thought about what it used to be like to wake up to another, before she found a new husband and new family to take away the pain and loneliness of being the one left touched by memories. He wanted to wake the muse up with a kiss. Not the kind of kiss that was sloppy and rough, but rather soft and gentle. He wanted to press his body against hers and feel her hands work their way through his hair, hair he desperately wish he had lost instead. Feel her hands slide down his back as he listened to her breathe slowly and then faster as his lips traveled from the bottom of her neck to lobe of her ear while he continued to press his body against hers. Whisper to her the words that only a muse could inspire. It was not sex he wanted, but a second chance to have the gift of a healing connection to another human being. In order to receive this gift however he would have to perform his part, but knew this was not possible without the help of cocaine, so he woke her up and told her it was time for her to leave. 
Chance almost felt bad for the girl as she obediently did as she was told. To come to a man’s house and give her body to him, only to be tossed out like trash without even a good night’s sleep when he was done had to kill a woman a little inside, but he got over his moment of guilt quickly. Destruction of their self-esteem was nothing to his life. She was a means to an end. A tool to cope with the memory of being alive like alcohol, cocaine, and the other women that had given him brief moments of happiness before her. Chance realized that this also killed him a little inside each time, but chose not to care about dying a slow death. This was his chemotherapy and the girl with the angel tattoo was no match for the demons in his heart.  
Once she was gone he climbed out of bed and headed to the bathroom in the hallway. He entered the bathroom, stepped into the shower, and turned it on. The water hit the crown of his head and worked its way down his face. It was frigid at first and shivered him into an alert state. He was alive and could feel everything in an instant like when the invention of Edison was introduced to the discovery of Franklin. “I fucking hate being alive,” he screamed. The sound echoed off the walls of the shower till it began to taunt him. “You’re alive, YOU’RE alive, YOU’RE ALIVE!” was its screaming reply. The water streaming down his face did its best to conceal his tears. As the water heated up and the shower along with the bathroom filled with steam, it did its best to hide the redness in his cheeks from his screams. It made its way into his nose and opened his breathing passage so that he could be free of the previous night’s inhalants and his convulsive breathing.  The soap did its best to scrub away all of the previous day so that Chance could stand under the water until he was reborn. Chance turned off the water, stepped out of the shower, grabbed a towel from underneath the sink, and began to dry himself off. The mirror was still covered with steam so he was able to remain invisible for the moment. He put his pants on and from his pants pocket pulled out a small bag of white powder. It was cocaine. Just what Chance needed to fully wake up and die, even if it did only last a short time it would be enough to get him by until he could get a Redbull and vodka. He opened the bag and placed it directly under his nose, but waited briefly to imagine how much better he would be in just a moment. Chance loved the feeling he had from being on coke. It was the only time he didn’t think about how his job, his life, a diagnosis, or the loneliness that plagued him through the sober parts of his day. He snorted and the powder was inside his nose. Chance closed the bag after giving it another strong snort. Within seconds the inside of his nose was numb and he could already feel the drip make its way down the back of his throat. This was the best part of it all for him. That moment of anticipation right in the middle of sober and high when there was nothing. No happy, no sad, no golden locks falling out, no vomiting, or poison in her little veins, and most importantly no lies of “Everything is going to be ok,” for him to utter. Nothing, but anticipation and emptiness until his medicine cured this illness.
Chance knew he was sick. He didn’t try to hide it; in fact he went out every night to bars to celebrate his illness. The bars were more pharmacies than bars.  Cocaine and alcohol was his medicine of choice, but if the pharmacy was out of his prescription any other substance he could snort, swallow, or smoke would work. If he felt dehydrated the doctor would give him vodka, whiskey, or any medication with better than a three point two percent ratio. Most nights his symptoms were simple to treat. Every hour or so he would simply take a quick snort of coke, down a shot of Southern Comfort, and sip on his Redbull and vodka until he needed to refill his prescription. The frequency of his medicinal uses on most nights continued until he passed out sometime around sunrise. Tonight would be no different for this party God and he hated himself because of it. Heavy the shoulders of Dionysus had become, whose only wish was to die and only fear was death.
The moment of anticipation was over and he could feel the medicine begin to work. Steam that had accumulated on the mirror had begun to dissipate and Chance became visible once again. He looked at his face. His eyes had dark rings around them, his lips were pale and chapped, and his beard was three hours past five o’clock. Even though his eyes were dilated he was able to see clearly that this was more of a Romero creation staring back at him than a man. Seeing his reflection in the mirror reminded him of death. It was like watching a person die a little each day from a slow, agonizing, and debilitating memory of a year long journey, which ended eight years ago, on a day when Daddy couldn’t keep his promise to a little princess that “Everything would be ok.”

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Monday, March 9, 2015

Famous Last Words Week 8

Here's a little something for you to eat......


Ingredients for a Good Time


If you're like me you are a broke college kid living off of the cheapest form of food available. Well I am here to tell you that you can eat some of the best foods for cheap, cheap, cheap. Along with the food being cheap it is also great to share with a friend. That's why I love food so much. I am a single guy and all of my friends are married, so for me food is a great way to make new friends. Plus I love the company of women, not because I am trying to hook up, but because hey let's face it, my guy friends don't wanna have the same in depth conversations about life that my female friends do. So here is what I do...Usually I will invite a friend over for dinner. Yeah it's not as creepy as it sounds. Usually they will sit at my breakfast bar and I will be on the other side preparing the meal. So before I get ahead of myself let me list you the ingredients needed for a great time.

Ingredient number One.....

Wine




Of Course you must be 21 years old to start things off like this and always drink responsibly, but I can't think of anything better than pouring a glass of wine and sharing a few with a friend, plus since you will be cooking, and everyone knows that you can't cook without a glass of wine (AND THIS IS THE LAW, THE SUPREME COURT WILL  BACK ME UP ON THIS) it is a great starter to help relax and chat with one another. I don't start out with wine because I am a shameless lush, as I already said it is the Law and I am a person that respects the law......Don't judge me....

Ingredient number two

The Appetizer
This is so simple to make. All you do is get a croissant from the frozen section. You open it up and roll it out, then you smother it in olive oil, some garlic, basil, and then add some mozz cheese and pepperoni slices to it. Roll it up and put it on a cookie sheet and throw it in the oven at 325 and cook it for a few minutes. When it comes out you put some fresh parm cheese on it. This a great way to start off your meal with a friend, you got a glass of wine to sip on and a little something to munch on while you cook and chat. Plus it tastes like two angels hugging your taste buds and it will help pass the time while you finish dinner which will look like this....

Ingredient number three.....


Mushrooms, onions, and garlic sauteed in white wine


Ground Beef and Italian Sausage


The finished product

Ok so what you wanna do is dice your ingredients all up. Then heat the pan till it is supper hot. Splash some white wine in it and then throw in your garlic pieces, onions and mushrooms and let them simmer while your beef and sausage is cooking and also get your zitti noodles boiling. You will need a base sauce with this so I use roasted roma tomatos and make a sauce out of them, but for budgets sake just get a can of hunts traditional and throw a little sugar in it. Once everything is cooked it is time to mix. Throw your mushroom mix into your sauce and let it simmer then throw in your meat, the final ingredient is to lop a couple of tea spoons of Ricotta cheese in the sauce and stir it up. then mix in the noodles and continue to stir. Once all this is done, get a baking dish and throw it all in there, then cover it with provolone cheese and put it in the over at about 425 and cook till cheese it golden brown. Pull it out and top with some dice roma tomatoes and parsley and it is done. 

Altogether this will cost you somewhere around 13 dollars if you are a shrewd shopper...minus the wine ofcourse....

If you do all this right you will have a great time with a friend. All together this should give you and your friend or friends about two hours of just chatting and having fun together. You don't have to cook this, in fact it could be as simple as just cooking burgers because the most important ingredient to a good time is a friend to share this with......

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All personal pics from January 2015

Monday, March 2, 2015

Famous Last Words Week 7

here is a little Joy for your life......


Jumping for Joy


Joy,
What brings me joy in my life.
Work.
Well work is work, yes it is an escape from the problems of day to day life, it is a place where I can go and just let loose and not have a real worry in the world. But who has ever said “I’d rather be at work” I would have to be a real masochist to say that. I mean work is just a means to and end. I have bills, and things I would love to do so work provides me the money I need to do that. I do like my job but I would not say that it gives me joy.

Friends
Lately I have made new friends and had a few old friends come back into my life. As for the new friends it is a constant frustration to find just one I can truly count on. It is not their fault or mine it is just that they have not been through the experiences of my life that have led me to this present time so trust is a commodity that it hard to come by. It is just hard to open up to them and when you finally do most of the time disappointment is what you are left with, and the for the one or two that you can start to trust well it is still a long road to that life long bond that you can count on daily.  So I don’t get joy from them.
Family
If your family is anything like mine then it is hard for you have a moment when everyone is getting along so that you can just enjoy being around each other. I’m the black sheep of my family so for me it is hard to constantly live up to the lack of expectations that they have for me, but I do it. Don’t get me wrong I love my family and I hope they all outlive me, but sometimes I just feel like I got the weight of the world on my shoulders and when I pick up the phone I just want to vent, but I am unable because of what they are going through in their lives. So no my family does not bring me joy.
Spouse
Well I know it is hard to believe but a guy as good looking and charming as me is still single. I have come to terms with the fact that I will be single for a long time if not for the rest of my life. It is not that I don’t want someone to grow old with, Someone that I can tell anything to, someone to wake up with, but it is just too hard. I mean it, for all of you that have that congrats. For me I just don’t have the patience to do it. I don’t know how to meet people. So I would say no relationships do not bring me joy.
Religion
I’m not even touching that one.
Ethan
Ethan is what brings me joy. I know this because he is the best part of my day and I never feel worthy of him. My son makes me smile uncontrollably and I love every minute of it I will never feel like I am a good enough dad, but will continue to try harder everyday to be one. I will have a great relationship with his mother no matter what our past holds for us.  I will call him just to hear about his day. When I am sad and overwhelmed by life I will look at him and smile and never let him know how broken my heart is over not having him there with me everyday. The fact is, that no matter what he will love me, regardless of what I do, what I am, or what I become, brings me more joy than you could imagine. What brings you joy, because for me Joy is a five letter word, but so much more than just a word.






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Sunday, February 22, 2015

Famous Last Words Week 6

And here is some Poetry...I think.......



This Love?

Traffic 

What is love like?
Tell me….

Is it beautiful like a sunset in summer?
Hopeful as the first day of spring?
Graceful as the leaf’s flight in fall?
Fragile as a snowflake in winter?

I wanna know!

Is it dependable each day as the morning sunrise?
Unshakable as the ground beneath your eyes?

I need to know!

Can you navigate it waters by the stars in the night sky,
or harness it winds to hear the Nymph’s Reply?

Please let me know….

When love happens,
Does it feel like that static feeling in the air before a thunderstorm that showers the earth with tiny elemental bonds washing away the past leaving a renewed fertile ground……………….

Allowing nourishing light to midwife,
The birth of a Sunflower,
In a hidden meadow,
A Locus Amoenus?

Is this your love?

Tell me!
Because that is not the love I know,
I know,

Love is like,
Driving down a highway you been down before,
It’s a bumper sticker called “How’s My Driving” that swerves into your lane throwing into the guardrail!

Love feels like,
The blunt force trauma from your head hitting the head liner,
Then the floor,
Then the dash,
And again the headliner and floor,
Because there are no seatbelts,
I know!

The sirens sing as the car grinds against the pavement,
Glass shatters overtaking your body like rain,
Metal crumples like your femur;
Wrist;
And collarbone;
Trapping you like Alcatraz,

What I know of love is,
That when it slides to a sudden stop and it is finally over,
You’re left broken, hurt, lonely, devastated,
And all you know for sure is that,
You never….
..............Want to drive again.





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Sunday, February 15, 2015

Famous Last Words Week 5

Heart




I really don’t have much insight for you this week, but here you go…..

The topic of Illegal immigration seems to be a polarizing subject that is replacing social security and medi-care as the third rail of politics. To be honest folks between ISIS and Measles vaccinations I don’t know how much more my BS meter can take. Though I may not be educated enough to speak about immigration, I feel the need to point out that a lack of education has not stopped people on both sides of the argument from speaking out. So here are just a few of my thoughts.

I can see both sides of the argument. Honestly we are a nation of laws. Laws are meant to be followed. Regardless of whether I agree with them or not, I still feel I must follow the laws. It is amazing to me that a person will have to pay a fine for jaywalking and officers are told to enforce this law, but not enforce immigration laws. Like it or not, there is a reason people are called “Illegal Immigrants.” It is because what they are doing is Illegal. Does that mean we should fine them, deport them, or worse yet lock em up in a penitentiary system that is beginning to operate like a for profit business? To be honest I don’t know. I do know that they are breaking the law. Any avenue that we take under the law just seems heartless.

At the same time there is the issue of trying to enforce the law. If the Mexican government was really interested in helping with enforcement of the borders it is obvious to me that they could stop it. Anyone that tries to tell you that there is no way to stop the illegal border crossings is lying through their teeth. Honestly, try to sneak into Mexico. They actually arrested a single American that took a wrong turn and held him in a Mexican jail for months. The truth is there is no incentive for Mexico to help with border enforcement because of the US dollars that flow into Mexico each year from immigrant labor. Should we put the military on the border like some have suggested? If we do that then what are we saying to the rest of the world? Not to mention putting the U.S. military on the border would be enforcing a law by breaking another law.

While we are a nation of laws, and I do believe that our laws should be enforced, I think it is more important to remember that we are a nation of immigrants first. When I think of illegal immigrants I think about families. How can “We” as a nation that stands for, and goes to war over our values, not be willing to honor a group of people that embody everything the American dream is supposed to be. Do we over night send millions of people back to terrible conditions that they risked their lives to escape? Whether we want to admit it or not, the illegal immigrant is as American as American can get. Still, they are breaking the law, and I think that is not something that should be rewarded, though I am not really sure it is something I would like to see punished either. The thought of separating families is horrible.

There is also the argument out there about the strain on the economy that illegal immigration poses. Truth is that illegal immigration is the governments dirty little secret of free income. These people hold jobs, and most times they get these jobs through the use of false social security cards, and it is at these jobs that they earn an income. Anyone that has a job will tell you that taxes for state and federal and social security and other programs are taken out of a check. Now most of us in the U.S. get most of that money back when we file our taxes, but the illegal immigrant (not all but a high number) is unable to do so because of fear. So while the government talks about solving the issue of Illegal immigration the truth is that there is also a lack of motivation on the part of the government much for the same reason as the Mexican government. This just seems like exploitation of a people to me.

Now most of what you have read may lead you to believe that I am on the side of Illegal immigrants. That assumption would be false. I am on the side of any group of people that are being exploited and abused for profit. I think that there is a responsibility of all Immigrants to assimilate into the culture. I don’t mean assimilate as far as giving up their culture, but rather I mean, learn our laws, our history, and our values. Take part in our communities and don’t segregate yourselves from us. Of course having the constant fear of deportation is a huge cause of this lack of assimilation. While I am not in favor of amnesty, I am in favor of something. I know that the amnesty would seem like the reasonable answer to the problem, but to me it just seems so unfair to all the people that are following the law and doing it the right way. Another issue with amnesty is that everyone assumes that illegal immigrants want to become U.S, Citizens, and that is because no one has asked them. So the answer seems simple to me. First we shut the border down, and yes we could do it tomorrow if we really wanted to, next we ask the illegal immigrants what they want. By doing this we can find out the solutions we need. If they want to become U.S. Citizens then start the process of making them U.S. Citizens, I think that they would add a great deal of value to our society (because they already do). If they are just here to work, then allow them to work. This seems like amnesty, but I say put them in a separate tax bracket that is at a higher rate.  Give them a card that allows them to find honest work and brings them out of the shadows, while at the same time not making them citizens. Most importantly give them a choice, because right now the only choice they have is to hide or get deported. That is a fear that no one should ever have to live under on a daily basis. Solving this issue by enforcing this law and deporting these hard working people just seems heartless to me, and I apologize but my moral compass doesn’t point that way.

I’m a conservative, and I believe that the laws are unfair and exploitative. I think that when a law does more harm to society than good then it ceases to be a law and becomes a means of oppression.....




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Friday, February 6, 2015

Famous Last Words Week 4

Thank God for Heart Attacks

Something a little more serious but hopeful for you guys..........


I love being alive. I didn’t always feel this way, but as the years pass I have learned to love life. Now when I say I didn’t always feel that way I don’t mean that I wanted to die, I mean that I used to take life for granted. I cherish every moment now. When people used to call me I would ignore it, now when I get a phone call I get excited. I have to answer it. Usually it is my dad. I love moments with him. 

You never really think about losing your parents, so when you are faced with that moment you are instantly crushed. Next you are flooded with so many regrets and thoughts. I know what it is like to face losing my father. I can still tell you the time the phone call I almost didn’t answer came.

It was Tuesday night, my son was just a little over a year old, me and his mom were about to break up (but that is another story) and at 11:05 pm the phone rang. It was Vikki my step mother. I knew something was wrong. I honestly did, because until that point my father and step mom never called. So instantly I just asked “What’s wrong, what happened to dad?” She told that he was in the hospital in the middle of having a heart attack. 

I drove to the hospital, I didn’t cry, I don’t know why, I was in shock, I didn’t pray either, I just ran red lights and hoped I could get there before he died. The thoughts of regret did start to come into my mind, but really they didn’t sink in until later (I’ll get to that). When I got to the hospital I went into see my dad and he looked fine. He was up and talking and I was wondering what was going on I thought he was having a heart attack, but he was joking with the nurses and doctors. The doctor explained that he was on a nitro drip and that when he came in he was in the process of having a massive heart attack, but he got there in time. Twenty minutes later he would have been dead. The thing is my dad thought he was having gal stone (not sure that is spelled right) so he just stopped by on his way to work to get some pain meds. He didn’t know he was having a heart attack, and we found out that was normal, that the reason they call them the “Widow Makers” because you don’t know you are having one. The doctor on duty only caught it because he ordered blood work (To be honest I am not sure why they ordered the work) and they noticed something was off. Turns out my dad was in real bad shape. He was placed in the intensive care unit and then and a few days later he was medi-flighted up to the heart hospital where they put him in surgery and he needed a bunch of bypasses.

The next few years were full of eggshells. A little back story is that my father and I were always close or at least I thought we were, but we also fought all the time. I hate to say that almost losing my father was a positive thing, but it was. Walking around afraid to argue with him because I was scared he would die. I know it was an irrational fear but I lived in terror. I also blamed myself for his heart attack. A few hours before he had his heart attack I was at his house and we got into a yelling match. I blamed myself for so many years. I couldn’t communicate it to him because I never really knew how to communicate. We didn’t know how to communicate with each other. Being afraid to fight with him forced us to learn to talk to each other. Still I carried the guilt for so long, and if I am being honest I still do.

His heart attack was the breakthrough we needed to learn how to love each other. I have always known that my father loves me, but he was never good at expressing it. It took time. We started simple. I would just go over his house and watch television with him. After a while of doing this  we weren’t even watching T.V., instead we were talking about any and everything. We even started to tell each other “I love You,” before I would leave to go home. The breakthrough came through when I was leaving and my Dad put his arms around me and hugged me and told me he loved me. This seems small, but honestly until then I can only remember my father hugging 4 times in my life. Well that is not entirely honest, when I was a kid he would hug me when we fought. Still this was a breakthrough because I could feel the love my father had for me. Soon we were able to talk about things that we used to fight about in the past. Then the day came when I confessed to him the guilt I felt about his heart attack. He looked at me, and I could see in his eyes that he was realizing that I was carrying this weight around on my shoulders for years. He just told me I was crazy and it wasn’t my fault at all. I had nothing to do with it and in fact he was lucky that he didn’t have a heart attack earlier.

To the point (sorry I know this post is long) today my father and I are close. We talk daily. He will call and we will never have a 2 minute conversation. When I moved back from Kansas City he was at my apartment the next day doing what father’s do. He was bringing me over plates and chairs. I had all those things, but I didn’t say anything because, well because he is my father and it makes him feel good to do those things. When I go to his house and he is at work, Vikki will let him know I am there and he will rush home as soon as he can and we will hang out. Sometimes we go to dinner and other times we just sit and talk. The best thing that has happened is that we have realized that we have so many things in common. I’ll call him or he will call me about going to see a comedian. We just do things together. I know I am his favorite and I take every opportunity I can to rub the other kids noses in it. I thank God everyday for my father’s heart attack. I know that sounds horrible to say, but I really do because if that had never happened I would have never been able to appreciate the man that raised me. I love every moment I have with my father. Every time we talk to each other we say “I love You,” when we see each other we never say goodbye without a hug.

My father doesn’t’ just let me know how much I mean to him, he shows me and what else can a child ask from a parent? Learning to communicate and appreciate my father has taught me to love and appreciate life. So I guess if you can take anything from this long post it would be to appreciate every moment of your life. Grab you child and kiss em, don’t text your friend, call them, go see them, take the time to connect. Don’t miss the opportunity to let the people in your life know how much they mean to you. There are too many “What if’s” in life. What if my dad hadn’t gone to the ER, what if I didn’t answer the phone, What if I didn’t make the attempt to learn to communicate? There are so many “What if’s” that can destroy you and fill you full of regret that you can never get over, so don’t waste the moments. Live Awesome!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



Sunday, February 1, 2015

Famous Last Words Week 3

here is a little flash Fiction for you guys.....


The Storm
Storm Clouds

“There must have been a storm coming,” she thought because, she remembers a flash of lightning and the sound of thunder as it echoed through her kitchen door. It shook the walls of her small two bedroom house. The air had a heavy scent though she couldn’t quite make out what that scent was. To her, it smelled like a mix of sulphur and burnt pork, maybe beef. She stared at the ceiling while she waited for the rain to start. The scent in the air was beginning to fade now and she could feel the rain begin to soak the top of her shirt.

Two men walked by her like she was invisible. In and out of her house they would go as if it was moving day. The movers had been arguing just as after the thunder had rolled through the house, but that had now been replaced with discussions of which items to move first, next, and last. They must have decided to start in her bedroom, because she could feel the heavy footsteps of their steel toed work boots hit the ground and vibrate through the house. As they walked by her, she could not see what they were moving, but she could tell it was small, maybe the size of a jewelry box. One of the movers looked at her as he was passing by and she wanted to tell him to be careful when moving the dresser, but figured they had done this before, so she remained silent. She needed to get out of the rain because it had already soaked her shirt. Though it was December the rain wasn’t cold. In fact, it was warm and comforting like a rain shower on a hot May afternoon. Still it was making a mess on her tile kitchen floor, but for now she was content to remain for a moment longer. 

The smell of sulphur and pork had all but faded and the sun was beginning to set. She could hear the movers in the front room fiddling with her home entertainment system. She wanted to tell the movers to be more careful, because they were making quite a bit of noise, but she figured they had done this before and it was best if she just let them handle it without her intervening. She felt a heavy “Thud” rumble from the front room to the kitchen and knew one of the movers must have dropped something. As she heard one of the movers yell to the other one “Be careful, that thing is expensive,” she hoped it wasn’t her flat screen TV.

The rain was now beginning to soak her jeans. It wasn’t warm anymore like the rain that was soaking her shirt, so her legs began to go numb. One of the movers walked by her carrying her television and she was relieved to see that it was not damaged. He was wearing black work boots that shook the floor each time he took a step, black jeans, and a black pull over hoodie to keep him warm in the December weather. She couldn’t see any of the moving companies logo’s on his uniform. The other mover walked by her carrying speakers and the surround sound unit. She noticed that he was dressed similar to the other mover. Her arms were getting wet now from the rain. 

A subtle hint of the sulphur and pork smell still lingered in the kitchen air as the two men stood next to her talking. From what they were saying they appeared to be done moving. She began to get upset at the movers because they hadn’t moved any of the big furniture. In fact as far as she could tell they had only been there long enough to move a few things. She looked up at one of the men to say something, but the two of them were preoccupied with their own conversation and ignored her. If the two men were done moving they could at least close the door, because the draft from the cold December air was biting at her nose. The warm May rain had now become cold on her shirt and she could feel herself going numb. One of the men looked down at her and their eyes met. She saw another flash of lightning, but did not hear the thunder. The storm had passed.



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By cjohnson7 from Rochester, Minnesota (Flickr) [CC BY 2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0)], via Wikimedia Commons

Monday, January 19, 2015

Famous Last Words Week 1

Sooooooooooooo about this past week.........

Ok, so last semsester I was living in Kansas City, and last Thursday I chose the coldest day ever ever to move. It was a sad day for me because I had to leave my two little neices Emma and Lily behind, but I had to be on campus for one last class this semester so it was something that had to be done. The move went pretty much as expected.

I will admit that settling into a house without little footsteps has been an adjustment, I have no one sneaking into my room early in the morning to give me a kiss goodbye before they goto kindergarten, and I don't have Lily sneaking into my room early in the morning to throw some object that I am sure weighs more that she does, at my head.

I only goto class on Tuesday and Thursday so for most of the week I am free to goto the gym and look at the workout equiptment and say "Ehhhh, not today," and my channel surfing skills are really improving. It is amazing how much you can accomplish when you have a ton of free time. Take monday morning for example.

8 am Woke up and looked at the alarm clock and then went back to sleep

Noon Woke up, crawled out of bed, made a pot of coffee, looked out the  window and gave the sun a mean look

2 pm finished pot of coffee and made another pot of coffee, popped some eggos into the toaster and waited for them to finish. Poured syrup on them all by myself without any instructions.....

2:01 pm finished eating eggos and thought about working out but decided it was a lost cause and could only work towards damaging my self esteem and decided to take a nap

5 pm woke up and scratch my head, looked at youtube videos of epic fails, laughed so hard it made me tired so I took another nap

6 pm woke up and cooked myself some dinner. It was a bologne sandwich. Sat on the couch and starred at the TV. For some reason it was on Lifetime and I wanted to change the channel but the remote was on the coffee table and that would mean I would have to move to get it...Thought about getting the remote.....

6:30 pm TV is still on Lifetime channel

7 pm I took a nap on the couch

9 pm Woke up and did a sit up ( The remote was finally mine) watched some Netflix and drank a glass of Iced Tea

10 pm Took a shower and went to bed

See if I didn't have so much free time I might not have been able to get that 7 pm nap in, and I am old so I needs me naps. Well that is about the extent of my day....Well it is getting close to 7 pm so I gotta sign off.....

Here is a picture of a Remote Control

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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By Muband (Own work) [GFDL (http://www.gnu.org/copyleft/fdl.html) or CC BY-SA 3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)], via Wikimedia Commons